Dusk leaned back quietly in his seat, swilling the fruit punch kept in his glass as a slow, quiet exhale escaped from his lips. His svelte shoulders rolled briefly, attempting to unknot the tension in his back as he gritted his teeth.
"Is there an issue, my liege?" came the question from a golden-armoured guard next to him.
Dusk turned to his protector, a warm and comforting smile on his lips as he spoke.
"No, no, there's no issue," he chuckled. "Just been on my feet for too long, is all."
"Understood," the guard responded, standing up straighter than before. "If there's anything you need, do not hesitate to ask."
"I'll be sure to," he nodded, returning his gaze, and thoughts, to the room around him.
'On his feet too long' indeed. Ever since he'd gotten to Manehattan earlier in the week it had been early mornings and late nights across the city. To the Mayor's office, down to the Governor's chambers, back up to some event, to a speech, to a photo opportunity, back to the Mayor's office. The soles of his feet and his eternal soul had nearly worn away to dust by this point, and he still had another few days to go before he could return to the nice, quiet home he'd made for himself in Ponyville.
Cracking his neck with a tilt of his head, he scanned the room again, feeling empty and uninvolved in the luncheon going on around him. He noticed familiar faces here and there mixed into a crowd of stock brokers, salesmen, company owners, and who knows what else of Manehattan's rich and successful.
A quiet and sound sip of his drink brought a fruity taste to his maw, one of the only things about the stuffy and pompous event he was enjoying so far. Casting his eyes yet again to everywhere and nowhere, they landed on a recognized face, even if not a familiar one, per say. His eyes widened briefly as he caught the long, flowing black mane, the vibrant amethyst eyes, and that eternally-sophisticated, almost somewhat dour, expression on their face as they mingled with the crowd around them.
Octavia Melody, the words rang out in his mind.
He'd been a fan of hers for years, his prepubescence, even. Back when she was the new name on the scene renowned as much for her young age as she was her insane talent. She'd inspired Dusk to pick up the cello in his youth, something he stuck with for several years before other commitments started piling up and he had to cut hobbies to free up hours in the day.
He'd collected her CDs, seen her live in concert, and followed her interviews and press releases for years... yet he'd never had a chance to meet her in person properly before now. He'd tried beforehand when she was touring, but he'd either been completely unable to see the show or get a slot to meet her. But seeing as how he had ten minutes to himself and she was right there, he felt he couldn't help himself but go over and say hello, if only to be able to say that he had.
Sipping once more from his glass and getting to his feet, he explained to his guard that he was going to speak to Octavia and that he wouldn't be out of sight. The guard nodded and Dusk made his way over to the mare, seemingly catching her eye before he was even within speaking distance.
Her eyes drifted over to him with an almost... mystical look to them. Whether they caught the light or whether there was a natural illuminance to them, it was beyond striking. Her expression stayed the same as it always did, but her eyes narrowed just a fraction, looking him over as he smiled politely.
He came to a stop in front of her, gently swilling the fruit punch in his glass around as he spoke.
"Mrs Melody," he began politely. "It's a pleasure to get a chance to meet you."
"It's Ms Melody, thankfully," she responded with a playful tone. "I've avoided the ball and chain thus fur. Besides, call me Octavia. It's almost unfitting for you to address me with honorifics."
"Alright then, Octavia," Dusk nodded, extending his hand for Octavia to shake, which she did with a surprisingly firm grip. "I'm quite the fan."
"Are you now?" she cooed. "Well, colour me impressed. I'd have thought my music would be a little bit too boring for a young go-getter like yourself."
Dusk chuckled quietly, nodding his head as he took a sip from his drink before responding to the statement.
"Well, I've always had a thing for the finer, much more-classic things in life, regardless of the 'age group', so to speak," he spoke. "It's why I've always been enamoured with you and your work."
"Oh, I'm hoping the focus was always on me more than the work," she giggled flirtatiously. "You might break an old mare's heart otherwise."
"Come off it," Dusk smirked. "You're what, ten years older than I am?"
"Nine, thank you very much," she corrected with a sly wink. "I would say I'm not sure a year makes all the difference, but my knees when I turned thirty would heavily disagree with that."
"Oh, I can't wait," came the stallion's response, tucking his hand into the pocket of his pants as he looked Octavia over. "So what're you doing here, anyway? You touring properly again?"
He had to be mindful to listen for her answer, but where his eyes had wandered ended up being somewhere he risked getting distracted. She wore a simple outfit, a basic summer dress, but it was still nowhere close to enough to hide her figure. When he'd first laid eyes on Octavia during a performance, she'd been your average fifteen year old mare. But the years had been kind and puberty kinder to the beauty, as her body had continued to grow and blossom as she'd gotten older.
Large breasts, full and heavy, hidden away underneath her dress, a narrow waistline juxtaposed to wide birthing hips, sat atop thick, juicy thighs topped off with an ass so large he could see the curve of it from in front of her. He snapped his eyes back up, having lingered on her beautiful body for just a second too long, and the look in Octavia's glowing orbs told him he'd been caught gawking red-handed. However, she didn't address it. Instead, she continued talking about her own purpose in the city and why she was there, allowing Dusk to breathe a sigh of relief for not getting chewed out as a pervert in front of a crowd.
"Press release for a new album," she explained. "Well, I say new. It's a rerecording of my first and second albums with a lot more, let's say... oomph behind them."
"Seriously?" Dusk asked with a wide grin on his face, his lecherous eyeing falling away to genuine fan-excitement. "Red-Ringed Bordello and Golden Understanding are like two of my favourite classical albums. I even got that signed special edition of the second one when it came out."
"Really, now?" Octavia asked, cocking an eyebrow in surprise. "Most everyone says the third one's their favourite... and then everyone says I fell off after that."
"I mean don't get me wrong, I really, really liked Crossing Rivers and have listened to it about three thousand times, but, uh..." Dusk began, scratching the back of his head as he tried to find a polite way to put his major criticism with the album. "There wasn't enough... you on it, for me."
Octavia cocked an eyebrow.
"Don't get me wrong, stuff like Sailboat Sonata and the Mare Under the Bridge are some of your best playing I've ever heard, it's just that you had so many other artists featuring on those tracks that I felt like some of your best work got cut short," he explained.
Octavia nodded throughout the explanation, taking a quiet sip from her own drink as the stallion spoke, before chuckling as his speech reached a conclusion.
"Y'know, my manager at the time told me the exact same thing," came the explanation. "He was one of the only people who said the features were a bad idea. The label and I thought that since I was at my biggest, it'd be a better idea to get other huge artists in to get some super-collaborations going, get it platinum on name-recognition alone. Years later I realize my manager was completely right... and so are people like you."
"Well, I'm glad you're not mad at me for it," he nodded. "I've met a few other people who can be... touchy when it comes to criticism of their work."
"I'm a classical musician, not a rockstar, Dusk," Octavia smiled. "Bad behaviour actually harms my career, so that means no tantrums, no matter how bad I'd like to throw one."
"So what made you decide to rerecord the older albums, then?" Dusk asked, his curiosity still piqued.
"In all honesty, it's because-" she began, only for the sound of someone calling her name to cut her off.
Both of them turned to see a much older, white-maned stallion waving at her and then pointing to a cellphone in his hand. With a loud groan, Octavia set her drink down on the table she stood next to and spoke quickly.
"Sorry, that's my manager and he's probably got the record label execs on the line for the press release this weekend," she blurted out. "Sorry, but I've got to cut this short."
"Well why don't we meet up some time later and finish the conversation?" Dusk asked. "Over dinner sometime? Maybe tonight?"
Octavia halted for a moment, cocking her head to the side and narrowing her eyes ever so slightly. Her lips pursed and Dusk worried for a brief moment that she might laugh at him, but that fear was soon quelled by her response.
"Actually, yes, that sounds like a lovely idea," she responded with a curt nod. "Dinner sounds lovely. Do you have anywhere in mind at the moment?"
A quick flurry of exchanges regarding hotels, addresses, and meeting locations ensued between the two of them, both agreeing that it'd be best if they met in the lobby of Dusk's hotel and headed to their restaurant for their meal. It was one of the nicest in the city and somewhere they were both familiar with.
With an exchange of kisses on the cheek, Octavia made her way over to her baying manager, allowing Dusk to steal one last look at her mountainous rear before she disappeared into the crowd around them. A wide grin was on his face, as not only was he getting a date with one of the most beautiful mares he'd ever seen in his life, it was with one he'd idolized ever since he was old enough to stand.
With an eager grin on his face and a spring in his step, he headed back to his sitting position with his guard and explained the plans for the coming night, and how before they headed home for the evening, he needed to make a quick pitstop for a tuxedo.
He cleared his throat as he adjusted his bowtie, thankful his father had been so insistent on learning how to tie one in his youth. Had he needed to run to his mother every time a black tie event had cropped up, it would have given him a decent excuse to skip at least the first fifteen minutes of them. He swept the fringe of his mane out of his eyes, tugged the jacket down into place, and smiled at himself in the mirror, flashing confident, pearly whites at himself.
With that sorted, he left the privacy and security of his deluxe suite and headed down to the restaurant. The night air was crisp and cold outside, but the interior of the oh-so-luxurious hotel was kept a warm and comforting temperature. In fact, the whole hotel radiated such an atmosphere of comfort and relaxation that it was almost smothering. Blacks and oak as it's main colour, soft golden lighting, low, relaxing music filling the air.
Combining all that with the soft and gentle sounds of water fountains flowing liquid all over the foyer, Dusk would've been lulled into a standing sleep at this point. Though sleep wouldn't be coming for a while, as the bolt of excitement that shot through him as he spotted his date for the evening casually sat on one of the entrance's armchairs would keep him charged for hours.
If she had looked gorgeous when underdressed, he'd have to invent a new word to describe how she looked when dolled up for the evening. A black night-dress cut open at both thighs, a low, low, cleavage-exposing cut in the front, matching diamond bracelets, anklets, and a choker good and tight around her slender form, all topped off with gorgeous eye shadow and that oh-so-sensual sophistication on the mare's face.
Dusk barely knew where to look when it came to staring at her, and once she spotted him he knew he didn't want to look anywhere else for the rest of his life. She climbed up from her chair, taking expert care not to flash her nethers to the assembled hotel residents before making her way over to him.
Dusk held his hands out to gently grip her shoulders and provide a welcoming kiss on the cheek, as done before, but the older mare took the initiative right out from underneath him. She embraced him, enormous breasts pressing knowingly into his svelte torso, on instinct causing him to grab hold of her slender, toned waist as she did so. She kissed him on the cheek, long and strong, even pulling back with an exaggerated 'mwah' as she did so.
The stallion was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at his date, Octavia's beautiful eyes locking onto his as she gave a playful, purring giggle.
"What?" she asked teasingly. "Am I not allowed to be excited to see my date?"
"No, I just figured I'd need to earn the excitement first and foremost," Dusk purred in response.
"Oh-hoh, have you seen you in that suit, my dear?" Octavia asked, straightening his jacket after the hug before gently rubbing his chest. "You've more than earned making me giddy at this point."
"Well, then let's be sure to keep the momentum, shall we?" he asked, gesturing towards the restaurant through the foyer.
"Oh, of course we shall," she nodded along, watching Dusk gesture for her to take the lead. "What's the matter? Not going to rush me through the dine and dash so we can get to the goodbye kiss?"
"Not in the slightest, Octavia. If there's one thing I've learned about life experiences like this, it's that the best course of action is to take it as slow as possible, and..." his eyes trailed down to Octavia's swaying hips and tightly-wrapped backside in her dress. "Admire the scenery."
"Oh, I'll bet, little princeling," Octavia cackled, glancing over her shoulder and once again catching his amazingly-subtle gawking. "I assume you've made our reservations?"
"You assume correctly," he nodded. "Now let's get some use out of them."
The two went through the usual seating ceremony, being plonked at a window-seat table with a view of the city's goings-on outside. They were handed menus made of extremely expensive materials and had their drink order taken by some extremely well-mannered and well-trained staff.
"So," Dusk began once the waitress had departed. "Picking up from earlier, then?"
"And where were we earlier, if I may ask?" Octavia questioned.
"Remastering the first two albums," he noted.
"Not remastering. Rerecording. As in from the ground up," she corrected with a wag of her finger.
"Then rerecording the first two albums," he restated. "What's that about?"
"D'you want the long or the short version?" she cooed playfully.
"If I wanted the short version, I'd have invited you to a fast food joint," the stallion smirked.
"Fair point. The longer version is that about nine months ago, there was this special documentary played on TV about the history of 'cultural classical music' throughout the world, all kinds of different races, countries, and what have you," she began. "The thing's about nine episode long and every episode is about an hour, give or take. We don't even get to what everyone refers to as the 'Equestrian classical period' until about the eighth episode."
"Bloody hell," the Alicorn muttered.
"I know, right? Lot of content. Anyway, so we get to the Equestrian stuff, go through that, and then the last ten or so minutes is dedicated to the 'classical Equestrian revival' movement."
"Yeah, yeah, the stuff that guys like Contria Violo and you are in," Dusk nodded, following along proudly.
"Me indeed. So it gets to the section where they start talking about us and our first forays into the scene... and then they play a few samples from my first two albums," Octavia continued, reaching the pause in her sentence and having her expression fall off a cliff.
Her eyes boiled with hate, her lip curled up in disgust, and a gravelly, hate-filled tone took over her inflection.
"I've honestly heard foxes shagging in bins outside my hotel rooms that sound better than that," she glowered, voice dripping with pure hatred.
"What?" Dusk chuckled in shock. "Those albums were great!"
"I'll hear nothing of the sort, young man!" Octavia smirked evilly, her more jovial attitude returning for a while. "The recording quality is terrible, the mixing is atrocious, and don't even get me started on the length of some of those trickier cello solos."
"But that was your thing," Dusk gestured at her.
"It was when I was a pretentious sixteen year old who thought it was impressive to be able to hold a quaver note for three notes in a row," Octavia cackled, leaning back and hiding a blush on her cheeks behind her hands. "Oh, so many mistakes!"
"They weren't that bad," Dusk defended.
"They were horrible and I'll hear nothing else of it," she laughed, leaning forward in her chair and pointing a finger at him. "So, being twice the age with four times the experience, I can see just how amateurish those albums were and how embarrassing they are to have that be the only version of those tracks."
"So that's the goal?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Rewrite history?"
"Or as close to it as a mortal mare like I can get," she nodded, still flushed with her own humiliation as she thought back to her classical work. "So I turned off that special, went through my entire first two albums with a notepad, and have about... three different pads worth of notes on what needs to be changed."
"Octavia, there's, like, what? Thirty songs between the two of them?" he asked in amazement. "And you got that much redlining done over them?"
"Of course I did!" she continued. "I've got notes about everything that is in that album. I think the only thing that escaped my wrath between the two of them was the Swansong Interlude on Golden Understanding, and that's because I didn't compose the thing."
"What!?" he exclaimed.
"You didn't know that?" Octavia asked, her turn to be shocked. "Swansong is probably one of the most famous cello warm-up exercises in Equestria. It was composed to use every string and every part of the fingerboard an equal number of times to get your fingers warmed up for basically everything..."
She trailed off after a moment, hands covering her face in embarrassment again as she bit back a loud and unflattering giggle.
"What?" Dusk asked with a short grin.
"I used the literal quote from one of my teacher's old cello books for explaining the purpose of the Swansong," she cackled. "I used to make fun of her for doing that because it sounds so robotic and unnatural... oh, man alive, I'm so old and boring now."
"Oh, come off it," Dusk waved away playfully. "You've still got the fire."
"Yeah, of youthful stupidity maybe," she snorted. "If only my back and my knees felt as young nowadays."
"You're making me terrified, Octavia," Dusk added on.
"Oh, it's horrible, my dear friend," she went on. "Before I turned thirty I could hop fences and carry my own cello across town, and now at the grand age of thirty-four I feel lucky if I can crouch down without my knees screaming bloody murder or sit still in a chair for thirty minutes without my vertebrae fusing together."
"Yikes,"
"Don't grow old if you can avoid it, my friend," she finished. "Trust me."
As if on cue, the waitress returned with their order of drinks and took their order. Chit chat back and forth between the three of them about the recommendations, house specials, and best choices on the menu ensued before the waitress happily departed with a smile and a wave. Octavia sipped from her wine glass, watching the little pegasus saunter away with her eyes locked firmly on her rear.
"She's quite the cutie," came the purr from the mare's throat as she finished her drink.
"Skirt-chasing, are we?" Dusk asked with a smile.
"Only recreationally nowadays," Octavia shrugged with a disappointed sigh. "I used to go for girls like her all the time back in my wonder years, before the incident..."
"What happened?" he inquired.
"Had one of them refer to me as 'ma'am' while I was chatting her up," Octavia winced. "Not 'babe', or 'sweetie', or 'honey' like it always used to be. The first time somebody called me a name I'd refer to someone's grandma as, I knew the days of my picking up college chicks were dead and gone."
"Ouch," came the sigh in response.
"Like you wouldn't believe," Octavia agreed. "After that day it seems like a curse had been laid down on me, and the only dates I've been able to attract are divorced women looking for a wild night or barely legal little boys with a mommy fetish."
Dusk blinked as Octavia took a long sip from her wine.
"I'll have you know I'm in my early twenties, thank you very much," he pouted.
She nearly spat out her drink at that one.
The meal arrived and was thoroughly enjoyed by the both of them. Conversation and wine kept the mood high and the feelings good, even as the night crawled along and other patrons began to filter out of the place. What would've been an ample time to call it a night and say their goodbyes was ruined by a sudden thunderstorm breaking over the city, dousing every inch of it in torrential rain.
Octavia and Dusk stood at the doorway of the hotel just as they were about to part, watching the downpour wind up, go hard, and show no signs of stopping. Octavia stretched her arms above her head and yawned loudly, allowing a perfect opportunity for Dusk's eager eyes to gawk at her ample bust once more, before the older mare spoke.
"Well, I'm not walking back to my hotel in that and I genuinely cannot be bothered to wait for a cab," she shrugged. "Looks like I'm stuck here for the night."
"Want me to rent you a room?" Dusk asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Now why would I ask you to do that..." Octavia began sensually, sauntering behind Dusk and wrapping her arms around his waist, squeezing her breasts into his back as she whispered into his perked ears. "When you've already got a perfectly good one we can share..."
"That sounds like a much smarter idea, if I'm honest," he smirked, leaning back into her warm embrace.
"And besides..." she giggled. "I still haven't thanked you for the excellent date. So... shall we head to your quarters for the evening?"
The walk and the elevator ride to Dusk's room for the week was short and sweet, and once the lock was thrown on the door, it was all hands on deck for the two of them. Octavia took the lead, unsurprisingly, pinning the slender stallion against the wall before clapping the purple delight's hands onto her breasts. He needed no further encouragement from there, his fingers sinking as deep into her mountainous titflesh as her dress would allow.
Octavia preoccupied herself by going for her prize for the evening. Fingers, delicate and skilled with years of string-work, undid the Alicorn's belt, tearing his pants down, and gorging her eyes on his titanic length.
"Oh, sugar, yes," she groaned, her hand reaching down and cupping the base of his knee-length cock.
Even flaccid, without an inch of erectness to it, Dusk's size was monstrous. Already thicker than her lower arm and only getting bigger and longer as the blood pumped into it, the grey-coated mare licked her lips hungrily as she stared longingly at his prick.
"Y'know, normally I think I'd have to phone a friend to help me deal with a monster like this... but I'm all alone in the big city tonight," she sniggered playfully, gently gripping Dusk's hand as it continued to fondle her breast. "Looks like I'm at the mercy of the big, scary beast, eh?"
"Just how I like it," Dusk nodded, kissing her passionately and grinding his cock up against her toned stomach.
"Mhm, let's get this puppy off and give baby-boy the view he came for, yeah?" Octavia giggled, quickly undoing her dress from the back and dropping it to the floor.
Her underwear was thin and clearly struggling to support what it had to, Dusk making short work of the fittings and straps before casting it aside. Her enormous breasts had no major sag or weight to them, full as water balloons and just as juicy. He pressed his face into her tits, tongue lapping at her titflesh as he did so and gaining an entertained snigger from the older mare.
"Somebody's eager, aren't they?" she asked inbetween heated breaths.
"Of course... I'm always a fan of something sweet for desert," he retorted, his hands snaking around her wide waist and grabbing a handful of her enormous ass.
"Oh, so corny," Octavia responded, kidding him once again before leaping into his arms.
Dusk's strength was enough to hold her weight as she grinded her wet folds against his throbbing cock, legs locking around his waist. It took all of his restraint to not just drop to the floor and raw-dog her then and there. Their tongues lashed as he carried her over to the bed.
The both dropped onto the luxurious sheets with a hot groan, Dusk continuing to rub himself against her wetness all the while Octavia seemed content to stealth the breath from his lungs. She tore at his clothing, desperately removing everything piece by piece until the slender, toned stallion was as naked and ready as she was. They broke apart from one another, eyes nearly glazed over and cheeks blazing with passion.
"Fuck the foreplay," Octavia barked, commanding and strong. "I need it now. Give me that fucking dick."
"Your wish-" he smirked, lining himself up and ramming his cock in, tip to base.
Octavia threw her head back and moaned, almost curling into a scream, as her womb swallowed his length. She spasmed quietly, fluid coating Dusk's length, and her fingers dug into the sheets. Dusk gently rubbed her stomach, touching the tip of the large bulge the penetration left as he set himself in place to rearrange her guts.
"-is my command," he exhaled, the tightness of the mare currently clinging to his throbbing cock being almost too much to bear. "Holy fuck..."
"Oh, you got that in on your first t-try," she teased, rolling her hips against his shaft as she got more and more used to his size. "Not bad for a little brat like you."
"Oh, I'll show you 'not bad', sweetie, just you wait," he promised, getting hips ready to bound.
He pulled out, slow and steady, before slamming back inside the musician, a heavy grunt knocking from her lungs as a result. A stupid grin was plastered onto her face at this point, addled somewhat by the wine and mostly by the feeling of having something so titanic lodged inside her. She could feel his cock expand with every beat of his heart, pulsing and throbbing inside her, a heat so impressive it felt like he had magma flowing through his veins.
She pulled him down and kissed him again, tongues lashing once more as the overly-hung stallion properly got his rhythm going. She could call him many things once he'd started knocking her guts, but a liar was not one of them. He was sure as shit going to show her 'not bad', and every single buck of those hips, every single pump of that beautiful cock.
Words weren't exchanged, nor was it possible for them to be, but the same statements were made. The way their tongues wrestled loud and wet, the way Dusk's hands fondled and massaged Octavia's heaving tits, the way her legs remained locked and trembling against his waist. A whole dictionary's worth of unspoken words were being spoken between them, carnal and enraptured, focussed intently on the curves, ridges, and tightness of the other's form.
Octavia was thankful the bed was as luxurious and soft as it was. The eager boy pounding away on top of her had the strength of youth something vicious. His body was deceptively powerful, looking so svelte and girly, and yet packing the force of a powerlifter. Even as 'gentle' as he was going now, she could feel the strength in that body. His hips, his cock, and his drive seemed to be more powerful than ever... and it was to be completely expected from a stallion barely old enough to fuck at this point.
An old mare like her needed some of that youth and vigour in her life and especially in her cunt, and she wasn't going to let him go until she'd wrung every drop of horny desire out of him. This was gonna be the finale to one of the best evenings she'd had in a long, long time, and it was going to be glorious for the both of them.
Dusk turned her over just a tad, folding her legs together and gripping onto her hips. Octavia's eyes rolled back almost to the whites as that started hitting a spot so sweet she could barely describe it. Again and again, that titanic cock pounded in and out of her deepest reaches, hitting so far inside her wet cunt and into a place not even natural light had ever reached.
Breathing was hot and heavy for both of them. The she couldn't take her eyes off the cute, sweat-soaked face of the lover currently rearranging her insides and that lover couldn't take his eyes off how much her fat tits bounced and jiggled with each pump.
"Are you gonna be a good boy and cum inside?" Octavia panted out, struggling to form words at this point, nevermind sexual-provocative statements. "Gonna fill me up good and proper?"
"Of course," Dusk grunted, again heaving her up off the bed and holding her in his surprisingly strong embrace.
Her jaw locked down and her entire body began to quiver, yet another position change allowing that fat cock to hit different for the second time. She was able to work her weight against it this time, slamming down on his prick to meet it's thrusts to add to the force, somehow convincing herself it was necessary. She became a broken record of grunts and curses at this point, her usual sophisticated demeanour having melted away in the fires of carnal bliss, leaving nothing more than a lust-driven, pleasure-slaked harlot in it's place.
The first orgasm Octavia experienced was a long and hard one, coursing through her entire body. It rippled and surged through her like a tide in a sea-storm, violent and powerful, and just as impressive. The clamping down of her cunt on her loverboy's cock did him no favours for his endurance. It all snowballed and became too much for him, slamming into her three more times as hard as he could before popping like a champagne bottle.
A hiss of relief poured from the mare's lungs as his load flooded her insides, filling every inch of her womb. It had been such a long time since she'd gotten to wrap her legs around something that hung that low, fucked that hard, and came this much. She had marriage material currently pumping her full of semen and it felt better than it had ever done. Dusk pulled out after several seconds of continuous ejaculation, the rest of his load being dumped on the carpeted floors as the first surge poured out of Octavia.
"Oh... oh fuck, I'm keeping you..." she panted. "Put me down, stud, I need to get my breath back."
She was gently lowered onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as she panted heavily. She felt as drained as she did full at this point. The spirit was more than willing to continue, but the flesh was weak and feeble. She moaned again, running her hands through her mane as a post-orgasm shiver rocked her consciousness once more.
"In all honesty... you're the biggest thing I've ever taken," she muttered, finally looking at her perfect ideal of a stallion. "And you're the best thing I've ever fucked."
"You're not the first person to tell me that," Dusk chuckled, the pride in his voice borderlining on arrogance.
"Is that so?" she purred. "Here I thought I'd be your special girl for the evening, and now you're telling me I'm just another tally mark on the board?"
"Perhaps," he shrugged, playing along.
"Oh, well then..." she fake-pouted, crossing her arms over her sweat-soaked breasts. "Y'know, I'd have half a mind to be offended by that... if I didn't find the concept so hot."
"Somebody into being used?" came the jab.
"I might be..." she sniggered, turning over onto her stomach.
With the tip of her tongue stuck out, she reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing her tight-ringed asshole to the stallion with a playful wink.
"Fancy using something else while you're here?" she giggled.
"I thought you'd never ask, honestly," he chuckled.
With a snap of his fingers and a brief flash of purple light, a bottle of lubricant appeared in Dusk's hand. Octavia giggled quietly as the stallion applied a healthy coat of it to her backside, getting her jiggling cheeks shiny and smooth. She bit her lip eagerly as he soaked her hole with the thick liquid and groaned loudly as a rough fingering made sure the product got as deep in as it needed to go for ease of access.
"I do love a stallion who's prepared for everything," she sniggered, gripping the sheets excitedly as Dusk began to rub his cock against her lube-soaked asshole, smearing the clear liquid all over his cum-coated prick.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," Octavia beamed in a giddy fashion.
"Not nearly as much as I am," the stallion promised, slapping her across the ass and splattering oil everywhere.
The mare moaned in response and had that moan turn up to a loud roar of pleasure as the stallion suddenly bottomed his cock out in her asshole. Tip to base was inside her entirely in less than a second and the surge of heat and pleasure it brought onto the mare was almost too much for her to take.
"I'm guessing you're well-practiced at this?" Dusk teased.
"A trained professional, baby, just wait and see," she winked, beginning to buck back against his thrusts.
"You've got one of the nicest asses I've ever seen in my life," Dusk commented, his fingers digging into her expansive rear and kneading it lovingly. "Probably the best one I've ever fucked, too."
"Mare my age has gotta exercise to keep the fat off," Octavia explained. "But thankfully it has some other, bigger benefits, too."
"I think the view from back here says it was more than worth the effort," Dusk chuckled, picking up the pace with his thrusting a good bit and knocking Octavia forward.
"Mmnff... easy back there, big guy, I'm an old mare, remember?" the mare groaned out from between gritted teeth. "I can't fuck like I'm twenty anymore without being unable to walk straight for a week."
"Is that a challenge?" Dusk purred, gently massaging her ass once again.
"I..." Octavia began, genuinely thinking about it for a moment before releasing a heavy, regretful sigh. "Fuck it. Break me."
An almost sinister grin curled onto Dusk's face at that point, sliding his hands up from her ass to her hips and locking into place. The increase in his speed, the boost in power of his thrusts, was almost enough to knock Octavia's teeth loose. She cried out in strained bliss, the effort to take such a powerful cock being clear as day, but there was no feeling better to her right now.
The stallion put everything he had into obliterating her back end; speed, power, and determination made every single one of those thick, throbbing inches work overtime to plough Octavia into next week. The mare could already feel the soreness, the red sting of impact appearing on her ass, and yet she didn't even humour caring about it.
She was face-down on the bed, grinning like an idiot and drooling into the sheets as her man of the moment laid his claim to her insides. The sound was almost deafening, with so much ass being slapped with so much force that she expected there to be a knock on the door any minute to tell them to be quiet.
She could barely hear herself or Dusk panting over the din of the fucking and it was a sound she hadn't heard in such a long time. Good fucks had been far and few between for her in the recent years, so finally getting to let her hair down and get her holes stretched like this was as therapeutic as it was pleasurable.
She could feel the stallion leaking pre into her cavern, hot and thick as before, and it excited her even more. She'd gone almost completely limp at this point, clay in the hands and on the cock of her date. Dusk made excellent work of that clay and moulded it into a sweat-soaked, baying, cumming mess before he was ready to pop. Octavia shooked and rattled with pleasure, cumming again and soaking the bedsheets with it once more, barely clinging to the waking world as Dusk slammed home and dumped his load inside her once more.
He came just as much as he did last time, all that vigour and youth meaning that when he fucked, he fucked, and when he popped, he popped. It took him a full ten seconds to finally hit empty, pulling his cock out of her ass and stepping back to admire his handiwork.
"Oh... oh, fuck, I can feel it already..." Octavia groaned, eyes screwed shut as the reached back and gently massaged the base of her spine. "Oh, fuck me, I'm not gonna be walking anywhere tomorrow.
"Then stay with me," Dusk said in a gentle tone, reaching forward and massaging Octavia's back for her. "Call whoever you're with, tell them you're taking the day off, and you and I can unwind together..."
"I... I really shouldn't... I do need to get these interviews done," she bemoaned.
"Forget what you 'need' to do... focus on what you 'want' to do," he shrugged, leaning forwards and kissing her on the shoulder..
"I..." she began, reaching back to cup his head as he dragged his tongue along the nape of her neck. "Oh, fuck it, fine. I'll call from the foyer tomorrow and tell them to clear everything. You're quite the devil on the shoulder, y'know that?"
"I try my best," he smirked, kissing her cheek briefly only for Octavia to snatch him back and steal a tongue kiss from him again.
"You're a terrible influence on me, young stallion," she chuckled once they broke apart. "You make me do awful things and injure myself all of your own carnal pleasure."
"Yes, I am quite the demonic presence," Dusk agreed, getting up off the bed and stretching out slowly. "Now, let's get you showered and cleaned up. The bed's already wet enough as it is without you leaking on it."
"So demanding," Octavia playfully sighed as Dusk leaned forward and picked her up in his arms. "We seriously need to do this again sometime, though... I'm not letting this be just a one time thing."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... in fact, if you're gonna be anywhere near Philadelphia in two months, I'm gonna be doing this live DJ sample set with my friend Vinyl, and based on how sore I am right now, I know she'd love to meet you."
"She fuck half as good as you do?" Dusk queried.
"Only when she's drunk and high off her nut," came the response.
"And how often is she?"
"More like how often isn't."
"Sounds like my kind of girl," Dusk cooed. "I think I'll make sure to be there, then."
